It started when I was angry at mum and dad for so many reasons. Because they completely ignored me and fussed over Hugo. Because they wouldn't let me go to Paris on vacation with Grace. Because Hugo gets everything he wants. Because I always get blamed. In truth, because I was jealous and knew it. Then I started rebelling. First just small things, like forgetting napkins while setting the table. I got larger but in secret, like reading under the covers until midnight. I started refusing to do things I didn't want to. My parents punished me but I loved and hated every second of it because it showed them that they did something wrong. When I got my Hogwarts letter I Flooed to Diagon Alley by myself and bought my new books and robes. But I ran into someone there-literally. I was carrying my supplies looking behind me at the Apothecary, and suddenly I slammed into none other than Scorpius Malfoy. "Sorry," I said, scowling. He glanced around. The streets were mostly empty as it was six o'clock on a Sunday evening. Scorpius grabbed my arm and dragged me into an alley. "What're you doing?" I asked angrily. He shoved me against the wall and I thought he was going to beat me up. I was wrong.
What happened next was easily the most enjoyable and regrettable thing of my life.